Hao Mei was drunk, crying and making trouble for a long time, and finally fell asleep, Yanran helped her to the bedroom, and when she came out, Xuanmu was smoking on the balcony.

The night sky was cold, as if it was going to rain, the temperature plummeted, the wind blew, the curtains in the living room were blown up, and the white gauze curtains danced with the wind, making his back more and more gloomy and lonely.

He hunched his back slightly, resting his wrist against the fence of the windowsill, and the fireworks between his fingers were clearly extinguished in the cold wind, as if a layer of haze that could not be dispersed was wrapped around him, invisibly exuding a deep and unfathomable atmosphere.

"Quit it!" She handed him a cup of coffee, but instead she was talking about the cigarette in his hand.

He took it, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he couldn't fade it, so he habitually put the cigarette between his fingers in his mouth, hesitated, and finally wrung it out.

She doesn't like the smell of smoke, he knows it.

It's just that this cigarette has been with him for too many years, how can he say that he can quit if he quits?

In those difficult days, it was the only one that could give him some kind of comfort, knowing that it was poison, but he could only let it erode.

Life was nothing more than one word for him at that time: boil, so he didn't care whether it was poison or medicine, as long as it could relieve the pain a little, it was also good.

The fragrance of coffee made this cold night a little warmer, the two leaned on the balcony fence and watched the night view of the city, not far away the endless river was made into a galaxy by the lights, and the bridge across the river was brightly lit, like a Christmas tree full of colorful lights on Christmas Eve, towering into the clouds, dazzling.

Yan Ran just looked at it, and suddenly felt that she had never known this city, and it was strange as if she had never been here.

Yes~ In the past eight years, although she has lived in M City. But he is tired of running for a living, and his time is full, such as part-time jobs, schooling, and hospitals...... Suppressed in a fixed circle, struggling in the slums of M City, how could he ever stand at such a height and take a serious look at this bustling city?

"I'm not doing well." For no reason, he said this, holding the coffee, taking a sip gently, and the temperature came from the palm of his hand. His voice trembled coldly.

She was slightly stunned. Turning his head to look at Xuanmu, he couldn't see any emotion, he was calm like a sea without waves, revealing a dead silence.

"You asked me yesterday. How have I been doing all these years? Here's my answer. I'm not having a good time. Very bad! It's a life you can't imagine......" He looked at the night illuminated by the light, but his eyes were empty, more like muttering to himself.

The calmer he became. The more she blamed herself, her heart seemed to be ruthlessly torn, and her breath was suffocated.

The pain, the pain from the depths of her soul, her eyes were slightly red, she put the coffee cup on the small table on the balcony, wrapped him around him from behind, pressed her face against his thick and strong back, and listened to his steady heartbeat.

"Xuanmu ~ I'm sorry." Tears poured out of his heart, imprinted on the tip of his heart.

Aside from being sorry, she really didn't know how to make up for her mistakes.

Revenge, yes!

Once, she was determined to take revenge on everyone.

But why do you suddenly feel that everything was ...... at the beginning The wrong person is actually her!

Self-righteous characterizing oneself as a victim is like suffering all the sorrows and unbearable things in the world, infinitely magnifying one's own suffering, only to be bound by despair and unable to escape the prison of the soul, lamenting to oneself.

But he never looked back...... The boy she loves the most, what's wrong with him?

suffered the pain of life and death for no reason, and suffered for eight years......

He turned around, held her face, gently wiped her tears, and looked at her for a while, his deep eyes seemed to carry the warmest and most tender water in the world.

"Yan'er, promise me that no matter what happens, you will never leave me." He said, his voice was charming and magnetic, and in this cold night, it was fascinating.

"Hmmm! I will never leave you again, never! She plunged into his arms and wiped the remaining tears from his body.

"Can you say that again? Say it again, say you'll never leave me! He hugged her tightly, gently shaking her body from side to side, the body temperature of the two people fused, and no matter how cold the night was, it was no longer cold.

"Hmmm! I, Gu Yanran, will never leave Nangong Xuanmu. She murmured in his arms, hugging his waist tightly.

This is not the first time that Xuan Mu has asked her to repeat the same words, as if no matter what she says, he can't listen enough, it is some kind of obsession in his bones.

Eight years of pain has been in the bones, and now she has miraculously come back from the dead, even if he looks at her every day, he still feels unreal, even more than before, his spirit has become extremely sensitive and fragile, just last night he sneaked into Yanran's room many times, always afraid that she would disappear suddenly, and even dare not sleep, afraid that all this is just a dream.

Even if he held her like this, could feel her heartbeat, stroked her long hair, and smelled only her, he still felt unreal......

The most common thing to say is "I love you", but for him who has experienced the difference between life and death, the most affectionate love is to stay together for a lifetime.

What is the concept of life? It is a vow that is difficult to break away from life and death.

If she goes, he will leave everything and go with her.

If she wants to stay, then he will stay with her even if he holds his last breath.

"Yan'er, if this is just a dream, if all this is just my illusion, if the world after waking up can no longer find you, then this time...... This time I promise you that you will no longer live by hallucinations, no more searching for memories about you, no more dwelling on reality or dreams...... I'll go with you, go to your world to find you! Remember? We say yes, never give up! ”

It's been eight years, he's had enough, if this time it's also a hallucination, and he is forcibly pulled out of the hallucination by the so-called medical team, he'll go crazy!

Scold~

Oh! I forgot about him, he's crazy, isn't he!

It's just that this kind of life, he doesn't want to maintain it anymore, and there is really no point in maintaining it, he has done his best for the Nangong Group and his family over the years, but he is really fed up with this purgatory-like life.

Tired! He was really tired, numb from the pain, but still aching with every nerve.

He murmured in her ear, without any warmth, with the color of despair and dead silence, which made her tremble, and she only felt her mind ringing.

Dreamland? Hallucination? Go to her world to find her?

It wasn't that she didn't understand, but she didn't dare to imagine the meaning of his words.

The body couldn't help but tremble slightly...... It was too cold at night, or maybe she had vaguely felt something unusual about him.

Xuanmu~

What the hell happened to him?

The silence of death, the indifference of despair, as if there is no longer any memory of this world.

Even holding her body was cold.

Like a ...... There is no soul shell.

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(To be continued......)